"What do you mean?" asked Potsie Webber, glad to have an excuse to turn away from his homework.
Ralph sighed, "I was on my date with that cute blonde from the other day and it seemed like everything was going just swell. I was telling her jokes and, Potse, she was doing such a good job at not cracking up hysterically and causing a scene. She didn't even smirk. It was some of my best material too," Ralph chuckled at the recollection. "Anyway, the date was almost over, so I gave her a good-night kiss and right after that, she said she didn't think we shoudl go out anymore."
"How come?" Potsie said in astonishment.
"That's what I'd like to know!" Ralph threw up his hands in dismay. "What did I do wrong? Obviously, it wasn't my jokes."
Potsie nodded supportively.
"Oh, no," Ralph's eyes widened. "What if she didn't like how I kissed her? Do you think I kissed her wrong?"
Potsie paused, "Uh, I dunno, Ralph. How did you kiss her anyway?"
"With my lips, of course," Ralph replied irritably.
"No, Malph," scowled Potsie. "I meant what kinda technique did you use?"
"Technique?" repeated Ralph, somewhat unsure of how to answer. "I guess it was something like this . . ." He puckered his lips and began necking with nothing.
"Hmm . . ." Potsie said thoughtfully. "I think you'd better show me. Just do to me whatever you did to the blonde."
"You want me to kiss you?!" Ralph questioned in disbelief.
Potsie shrugged, "Sure. How else am I going to be able to tell you if you did anything wrong?"
Ralph hesitated, "Well . . . all right." Potsie's plan was in fact more intriguing to Ralph than he would have ever admitted and he worried that his excitement at this new experience might manifest itself in his pants.
Before inching closer to the dark-haired boy, he glanced nervously around the room, checking to be sure that no one was watching, even though the two of them were inside their own apartment. At last, Ralph closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips against Potsie's. The warmth of his friend's mouth sent a tingle down Ralph's spine. Without opening his eyes, Potsie gracefully ran his fingers through Ralph's red curls. The gesture would've taken Ralph by surprise, had Potsie not already begun sliding his tongue into Ralph's mouth.
When the pair parted both were internally aware that they had never felt anything quite so exquisite. Potsie's hands were resting on Ralph's shoulders, having just found their way through each and everyone of his tresses, while Ralph had his arms around Potsie's waist. They seemed to be sitting there forever, staring at and holding onto each other, neither knowing what to say.
Finally, Potsie shook his head, "No, I don't think it was the kiss, Ralph. Boy, you aren't kidding when you say that you've still got it."
"Aw, gee, thanks, Pots. And if you've ever wondered about this yourself, you kiss really great."
Potsie blushed and muttered a grinning "thanks".
"But . . . y'know, I'm not so sure I kissed her just like I just kissed you . . ." Ralph began.
"Oh. We better kiss some more then . . . just to be sure," Potsie said, pushing his chest against Ralph's with a grin.
THE END